Page 66 of The Facilitator: Part 3
When I returned, she slid to one side and patted the bed. I climbed on, lying on my back.
She raised herself, placing her hands on my stomach as she straddled my body. “My skin feels on fire. I ache, inside and out, and I want more.” She had whispered the words but in a demanding tone.
She reached for my cock and positioned it under her. She slid down my shaft until she was full and even then, she parted her legs so she could get just a little more of me. She threw her head back and she fucked me hard and fast. She dug her nails into my skin, she clawed at my chest, calling out my name, as her desire took over. I was merely a tool for her to use and I fucking loved every single second of it.
When Lauren came again it was as violent as times in the past. Her breath caught and I could see her pulse thumping in her neck. The veins stood proud as sheheld herself rigid and then her eyes rolled back and she passed out.
I chuckled as I caught her and held her to my chest. We lay in that position for a few minutes. The first time Lauren’s orgasm had caused her to faint, I’d panicked, but after researching, I discovered it wasn’t that uncommon. I stroked her back until I knew she was back with me.
“I think I died and went to sex heaven,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“I fucking hope not,” I replied. “We need to shower,” I added, although reluctantly. The scent of her orgasm, of my cum, the oils, and sweat in the room was intoxicating and I wished I could bottle it.
Lauren was asleep before I’d even pulled through the gates of the club and out onto the lane taking us to the motorway. She slept all the way home, and even while I carried her to bed.
“I love you so much, Lauren,” I whispered, as I tucked the duvet around her. She mumbled something and a small smile appeared as she snuggled down.
I kissed her cheek and headed down to the kitchen. I needed a coffee.
Chapter Seventeen
“Can we chat?” I heard.
I looked up from the papers on my desk in my home office. Lauren stood in the doorway, and I frowned. She looked unsure, she wrung her hands and didn’t quite look directly at me. She’d beenout of sorts,as she’d call it, for a couple of days.
“You don’t have to ask, come in,” I said, concern started to rise inside me.
She sat and as she did she sighed. She took in a deep breath and held it. My heart started to race, instinctively I thought I was about to be given bad news.
“You know we’re off to the clinic this afternoon?” she said. I nodded, having not forgotten. “If they offer us more IVF, I’m not sure that I want to take it.” She let out a breath, as if she’d been holding it while she spoke. Shelooked down at her hands. I rose from my chair and rounded the desk, and I sat beside her.
“Lauren, are you okay?” I asked.
“I’ve been thinking. Maybe that’s dangerous,” she said, chuckling.
“Will you look at me?”
She raised her head and swiveled in her chair to face me. “I’m sorry, Mackenzie.”
“What are you apologizing for?” I frowned, confused by what she was saying.
“I don’t want you to go through another procedure. I don’t want to go through more disappointment. I’m scared and I’m not sure how frequently I can feel so shit. The IVF makes me feel…mad, out of control, my head doesn’t feel good, and I can’t really describe it.”
“Then we won’t do it again,” I said, wondering why she’d never said this before. I knew the IVF had made her cranky, for sure, but I hadn’t realized just how bad she’d felt. “I wished you’d told me this,” I added.
“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” she replied.
“There isn’t anything you can do that would disappoint me.”
“I want us to look at adoption,” she said. I was relieved she hadn’t dismissed that idea as well. “Maybe we can go back to the IVF another time.”
“Okay.” I wasn’t sure what was going through her mind in that moment.
“I’m not really making sense, am I?” she said, chuckling.
“Not really. Listen, if you want to adopt, that’s fine by me. If you want to think about IVF at a later that, that’s also fine by me.”
She reached out to take my hand. “I feel unsettled, Mackenzie, and I don’t know why.”
